Star*
call 911........call 911
Cause jail is nooooo place for you........
After FOUR years of waiting for a bathroom floor -
After FOUR years of saving my pennies and scrimping - getting someone who KNEW what they were doing to help me.....paying them top wages
After FINALLY hiring a man to put the joists, air return and plywood in the bathroom
AFTER FINALLY having a son that said "I'll take that tile out for you Mom - glad to do it" (actually more like 18 years on that) and counting on his help this coming Saturday - for my Mother's Day gift.....
I left this morning - happy to see a bathroom in progress. I've picked out a vanity - going to reuse a toilet - and found tile I can afford and will install it myself.
So imagine my surprise - when I pulled in from working all day to see a hobbling man with a cane, dragging a 25 gal. shop vac from the garage.
(thinking to myself - this CAN NOT be good)
And then to hear DF - who is IN NO WAY - NO WAY AT ALL supposed to help or start or get involved with this project - (um because he's had 4 years of being here every day and did NOTHING)
Decided to go in and take the shower handles off - and did NOT ----NOT turn the water off at the pump.....and walks slower than Fred Sanford -(not kidding) after he busted the handle off the valve......and tons and tons and tons and tons and tons and tons of water - went pouring onto my new plywood floors.......and down under the house.......into the carpet in the bedroom - all over the walls.......
By the time he got to the other side of the property to the well, to the pump house to turn off the water? Small lakes were running out from under the house. So he goes to get the shop vac, and pops one of his two bad knees.....shop vac goes flying....and now he's just mad.
Gets up, gets to the door -a nd here I come......in the drive - WHY does he need a shop .......OMG OH NO - WHAT THE .......????? WHY GOD _ WHY DO YOU HATE ME SO????
And as if that were not bad enough- he falls out the back door - (Because he took the deck he built 5 years ago down as it rotted and nearly killed me 3 times) and fell right out onto the ground, got up even more mad (I had to shut the door to keep from nervous laughter) and he tried to open the vent under the house to let some of the water dry out - and broke the dang vent.......then cursed the house, the jerk who built it and himself for being a cripple. Nice - I needed self-pity along with this.....eesch.
Then came in - and plugged the shop vac in the socket (um walls wet, floor wet, socket could be wet) and blew both the lightbulbs......and at this point? I don't know whether to laugh or cry or bury him when he's doing cooking from being electrocuted.....
But he's MAD.......HORNET type mad....mad for being cripple, mad for getting caught, mad for being in such pain.....mad for feeling so worthless...mad for forgetting how to do anything.
and yet I'm supposet to just say nothing - and you know how I KNOW I'm not supposed to say anything? BEcause he came out of the bathroom, hobbling, and wincing in pain, wet, sore, and looking for his cane - and said 'STAR........NOT A WORD..NOT ONE WORD."
After he left to go to the shop? I found 2 light bulbs and fixed that....looked over the problem and said - get a cap, some primer and glue - bring it in here now - and cap off this valve......well now we have to go to a store.....wet and mad.
It's obvious - he wants to help but part of me wants to say - YOU GO NOW.......and the other half of me wants to get all difficult child parent on him and say "WHAT THE H were you thinking? YOU Weren't THINKING were you?"
ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRGHHHHHHHHHHHH..............
Life with a man on mega doses of methadone is never boring.......and I'll leave it at that.
He told me tonight- he now wants to get OFF the methadone and get on some new medicine called GABA - any ideas what we're in for with THAT? Cause I don't know if I can take much more. ARGH.......lol.
(saying serenity prayer)
After FOUR years of waiting for a bathroom floor -
After FOUR years of saving my pennies and scrimping - getting someone who KNEW what they were doing to help me.....paying them top wages
After FINALLY hiring a man to put the joists, air return and plywood in the bathroom
AFTER FINALLY having a son that said "I'll take that tile out for you Mom - glad to do it" (actually more like 18 years on that) and counting on his help this coming Saturday - for my Mother's Day gift.....
I left this morning - happy to see a bathroom in progress. I've picked out a vanity - going to reuse a toilet - and found tile I can afford and will install it myself.
So imagine my surprise - when I pulled in from working all day to see a hobbling man with a cane, dragging a 25 gal. shop vac from the garage.
(thinking to myself - this CAN NOT be good)
And then to hear DF - who is IN NO WAY - NO WAY AT ALL supposed to help or start or get involved with this project - (um because he's had 4 years of being here every day and did NOTHING)
Decided to go in and take the shower handles off - and did NOT ----NOT turn the water off at the pump.....and walks slower than Fred Sanford -(not kidding) after he busted the handle off the valve......and tons and tons and tons and tons and tons and tons of water - went pouring onto my new plywood floors.......and down under the house.......into the carpet in the bedroom - all over the walls.......
By the time he got to the other side of the property to the well, to the pump house to turn off the water? Small lakes were running out from under the house. So he goes to get the shop vac, and pops one of his two bad knees.....shop vac goes flying....and now he's just mad.
Gets up, gets to the door -a nd here I come......in the drive - WHY does he need a shop .......OMG OH NO - WHAT THE .......????? WHY GOD _ WHY DO YOU HATE ME SO????
And as if that were not bad enough- he falls out the back door - (Because he took the deck he built 5 years ago down as it rotted and nearly killed me 3 times) and fell right out onto the ground, got up even more mad (I had to shut the door to keep from nervous laughter) and he tried to open the vent under the house to let some of the water dry out - and broke the dang vent.......then cursed the house, the jerk who built it and himself for being a cripple. Nice - I needed self-pity along with this.....eesch.
Then came in - and plugged the shop vac in the socket (um walls wet, floor wet, socket could be wet) and blew both the lightbulbs......and at this point? I don't know whether to laugh or cry or bury him when he's doing cooking from being electrocuted.....
But he's MAD.......HORNET type mad....mad for being cripple, mad for getting caught, mad for being in such pain.....mad for feeling so worthless...mad for forgetting how to do anything.
and yet I'm supposet to just say nothing - and you know how I KNOW I'm not supposed to say anything? BEcause he came out of the bathroom, hobbling, and wincing in pain, wet, sore, and looking for his cane - and said 'STAR........NOT A WORD..NOT ONE WORD."
After he left to go to the shop? I found 2 light bulbs and fixed that....looked over the problem and said - get a cap, some primer and glue - bring it in here now - and cap off this valve......well now we have to go to a store.....wet and mad.
It's obvious - he wants to help but part of me wants to say - YOU GO NOW.......and the other half of me wants to get all difficult child parent on him and say "WHAT THE H were you thinking? YOU Weren't THINKING were you?"
ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRGHHHHHHHHHHHH..............
Life with a man on mega doses of methadone is never boring.......and I'll leave it at that.
He told me tonight- he now wants to get OFF the methadone and get on some new medicine called GABA - any ideas what we're in for with THAT? Cause I don't know if I can take much more. ARGH.......lol.
(saying serenity prayer)
